Lyrics:

[Intro]
Man, fuck these niggas

[Hook]
Tunechi's back, Tunechi's back
That's all these bitches screaming that Tunechi's back
All eyes on me, nigga picture how I'm rolling
Strapped up with that mac, masked up like a goalie
Mad my bitch on that coke, she snorted 4 and a baby
Now the bitch on/owe me, she selling pussy and pay me
They sayin' Tunechi's back, Tunchi's back
And I bought them twins with me nigga, click and clack, let's go

[Verse]
Out on bail, work on the scale
Put some change on your head boy, you're on sale
Yeah I'll see you in hell, pop-pop get well
Make breakfast cause I got, you walking on egg shells
Zan with that lean, I ain't a begging muthafucka
But nigga please and I aim this muthafucka
At your memories and all my niggas bloods
But we make you niggas bleed, yeah, bloody Mary
I'm the one with the money so I ain't the one with the gun
All I do is give the word to the one with the gun
I'm triple O.G., Fucus splitting the sweet
Fuck bitches get money, mission complete
Man fuck these niggas, I ain't worried 'bout 'em
These niggas pure pussy, pull a pearl out 'em?
Yeah, I got a virgin I call her Madonna
But I ain't trippin, her head is a monster
Yeah, we do this for real
Swear to God I never shoot unless I'm shooting to kill
Young wild muthafucka, pop you and a pill
Boy instead of writing raps you should be writing your will
You a dead man, I get to poppin' this bitch
Watch where your head land
I ain't right I swear to God, I need my head scanned
Stand up and eat that pussy while she on a head stand
I'm a dog ho, camo cargo's, semi auto's
My bitch sniff more lines than a barcode
Wish I could take a shot of Ciroc with Pac
Sorry for the wait 'til my album drop